„New Moon“ Behind the Scenes

I don't know how surreal this was but I knew I was in no dream world, but it took me away from everything,everything I didn't know about myself.I knew two things.One,I was called Alice.Two,I could see the future.It had only been a día and I was sat in an empty house when......I saw a face in my eyes. He had blonde curly-ish hair that shined almost as bright as the sun,big black sphered eyes and a pale face....like me,he was a vampire.Then there was me taking his hand. We were in an empty cafee o something like that....then it finished.I liked this vision.It made me feel warm inside even though...

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - chapter 11 - COMPLICATIONS


Gym passed quickly as I watched Mike's one-man badminton show. He didn't speak to me today, either in response to my vacant expression o because he was still angry about our squabble yesterday. Somewhere, in a corner of my mind, I felt bad about that. But I couldn't concentrate on him.
I hurried to change afterward, ill at ease, knowing the faster I moved, the sooner I would be with Edward. The pressure made me más clumsy than usual, but eventually I made it out the door, feeling the same release when I saw him standing there, a wide...

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Calling:

A girl named Erin is saved por a boy named Seth Clearwater. Soon, she learns his secrets and is in for the adventure she at first tried to avoid!!! The first of the IMPRINT series.

Fierce:

A young Indian named maravilla falls in amor with Embry Call. The segundo in the IMPRINT series and funny...

I was nervous about reuniting with my dad. He could be distant. Twenty seven yearsof being the only window wiper in Switchblade had forced him to distance himself from others por at least a windowpane. I recall my mom breaking down crying on the sofa after one of their rows and him just watching her stoically, right outside the window, wiping in powerful, circular motions.
When I saw him waiting for me outside the terminal, I walked toward him shyly, tripping over a toddler and soaring into a keychain display. Embarrassed, I straightened up and fell down the escalator, somersaulting over the...